Chapter 5: The Lava Earthquake
'I should really keep my eyes open for those sligs and the war,' thought Slaga. He had learn a lesson from that more. His eyes have gotten weaker now that he was older. His line of sight was sometimes blury. Even though he had bad sight, he still needed to keep his eye wide open to watch for more sligs, or even worse, Gertian.
He had finally arrived at the Marshwood Forest. Everything there was a tealish-green. From the ground, to the trees, and even the sky was. 'This is a strange place,' thought Slaga. He walked slowly, and listened carefully at the same time. It was dangerous here. The unexpected could happen at the first second being calm. Just then, the danger had happened. Slaga felt the ground tremble. Cracks were appearing. He quickly ran bet then a large crack had stopped him. The crack got wider. A strange thing happened at the same time. Lava was rising from the crack. It started on the other cracks as well. Big chunks of lava spewed and got to the ground.
Slaga was running in fear, leapping as far as he could over the cracks. Finally, Slaga got passed it. There he was, panting and holding his chest. The lava had nearly hit him. "I suvived." He said. Slaga was happy now. He was still a little strong. "I can do this." He said to himself again. He ran along a path in happiness.
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